Граф Орлов
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He seemed to like her, so why is he suddenly a jerk?
-- This... -- someone whispered from the corridor. -- It's not my business, of course, but if you listen to them, it's not just a betrayal of the Count and whoever hired you, but it's almost like treason against the state. It's punishable by death.
Alessia didn't really care about the Count or Serberia, not really. But the inquisitor's smirk reminded her of something, not so long ago, and still very painful. A strange, vague feeling that quickly turned into hatred for the one who caused it. Suddenly, she felt the urge to turn that pretty face into a charred skull.
-- This... -- someone whispered from the corridor. -- It's not my business, of course, but if you listen to them, it's not just a betrayal of the Count and whoever hired you, but it's almost like treason against the state. It's punishable by death.
Alessia didn't really care about the Count or Serberia, not really. But the inquisitor's smirk reminded her of something, not so long ago, and still very painful. A strange, vague feeling that quickly turned into hatred for the one who caused it. Suddenly, she felt the urge to turn that pretty face into a charred skull.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers